By birth I’m a California girl, though just now I’m a poor facsimile of a Georgia peach. If home is where the heart is then look to the North Coast and Alaska - the land of my youth. I’ll call any of the three home - they’re my own private trinity. A delicate combination of sun kissed skin, mountain toughness, and the sweetness of the south make up my shell and part of my innards. The reality is - I’m Irish. I carry dual documents designating my split nationality but not my split personality.

Don’t know what to think? My Irish eyes tell so much, but only if you can read.

In my roots spread across these disparate milieu, both past and present are melted into one on these pages. They’re where I - the sassy little gal you’ve come to know, love, and adore - was really born. Where loves were learned, lived, and lost. It’s a crapshoot here, you might watch me evolve or you might watch me stagnate. The waiting is what makes it great.

Tough as my skin is, the heart is tender and few will ever have the courage to come to know it.

Described in one word - I’ve got kick.

This is about me.

Random footnote: if you’re wondering where all the comments have gone - or why so many posts don’t have comments - it’s because they were all destroyed when Mrs. O’Leary’s cow kicked over that damn lantern. Or when I moved from Blogger/HaloScan to WordPress. Either way, they are lost and gone forever oh my darling Clementine.